It would be easy to wax lyrical about Waxwings. They are (usually) rare, colourful and visit us when most birds have departed. When not with us they breed in Northern climes from America to Europe and Asia up to the tree line. In winter they move south, feeding on berries, apples, especially fallen ones and insects which they hawk from the skies.
This winter has been a good year – it happens around every fifth year when the berry crop is not so good in areas like southern Scandinavia. We have seen flocks over over a hundred birds, trilling above the Christmas shoppers. Hey, guys, look up for a bit of seasonal joy.
